altar of carnage
michael lied in the altar of carnage - where all virgins were baited and desecrated and wasted.
he thought to himself, ‘is this a fight worth fighting for?’
‘a long cold fight alone is a lonely fight,’ he breathed his words to the chill of morning air, damp and frigid.
scythe on his left, hell to his right.
‘i will close my eyes, as i’ve shut it to the truth, may the gods be my judge,’ his soulis wailing.
‘the gods know, they are never unjust.’
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